A Lone Wanderer

The white she wolf’s pelt definitely stood out in this blood stained ground. As she took a step closer she noticed the young wolf take a step back and she paused. The wolf introduced himself as Esther and she smiled. “That’s a wonderful name Esther it’s nice to meet you” her tail did a soft wag. When the young wolf asked why she was here her smiled somewhat faded and it turned into a soft chuckle. “Well about that, I’m a healer but I’ve seemed to have lost my way. You see, I can’t do anything about my navigation skills, I’m always getting lost” she laughed.

Sylvia then looked at Esther with curiosity, “Which brings me a question for you, why are you here? You seem young to be on a battlefield.” She smiled as she looked around, “Hopefully we don’t run into anyone dangerous here, I’m a horrible fighter.”

She then looked at Esther once more realizing she had spoken a lot, she hadn’t talked to someone in awhile so she seemed to be quite the chatterbox. She decided to keep silent for a moment as she waited for the young wolf to reply, hoping she didn’t scare him off.